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December 16th, 2018, 7:15 PM
#1
It's Alive! - Choose Your Own Adventure
Some of you might remember my previous attempt at a Choose Your Own Adventure style game on here that fizzled out to make way for Fiction Fight. Well, I'm looking to try again and hopefully do a better job of it here. It's pretty basic: I'll write a chunk of the story and then it will end with the reader(s) having to make one of two choices that will affect how the story progresses. Then when I'm feeling ready to continue, the choice with the most votes will be what happens and we go from there. I might consider a third option that's open to suggestion, if you guys think of something better than what I've given. So, I think that's really all unless anyone has ideas/questiones, etc.. Without further ado, let's get this mofo rolling....
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Rain pours down from a purple sky, pelting the city below. A crack of thunder echos off glass, steel, and concrete as the sky flashes white with a jagged ribbon of lightning. There is no time in between. The storm is here. The time is now.
There is a glow from the upper floor of a rundown warehouse where years of study and research, months of toil, and countless sleepless nights have reached their culmination. Florescent lights buzz overhead as otherworldly machines and equipment gurgle and hum beneath them.
A disheveled, sweaty man rushes about the makeshift laboratory, checking gauges, flipping switches, and turning dials. He repeatedly returns to a table at its center, big enough to butcher an ox on, but on this night its purpose is at the exact opposite end of the spectrum. A white sheet is draped over what could easily be the aforementioned ox based on its sheer size and heft but its shape is human, as best as that word can describe something of such inhuman proportions.
Thunder and lightning return in unison, and the man nods, a delirious grin trembling on his face.
His eyes rise heavenward, staring up at a steeple-like structure that reaches up through the ceiling. He pulls a lever at its base then rushes to pulls several more on other machines, his gaze still fixed. Gryros spin, luminous liquid begins to course through tubes en route to the central table.
Then it strikes.
The peal of thunder is deafening.
The lightning blinding.
Sparks erupt from the spire.
Everything comes together.
The man struggles up from the cold wet concrete floor, pulling himself up among the smoking overloaded equipment.
His eyes are now trained only on the table.
The sheet.
The form beneath.
He blinks. Questions his eyes. Questions the play of light and shadow.
But he sees it again.
The rise and fall.
The breath of life.
It's alive!
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Your first choice: Choose your character: Are you the Creator or the Created?
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December 16th, 2018, 7:46 PM
#2
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